Seeing him take the bowl, Mo Yutong immediately stood up and ran to the yard to take the towel from the clothesline.
Yan Mingli opened the lid of the earthenware jar in the bedroom and looked at the sticky, white rice in a daze, each grain distinct.
This was the little girl's good intention, and he shouldn't be ungrateful, but a deeper worry flashed in his lowered eyes.
Mo Yutong, who had hurried away, quickly ran back with a wet towel in her hand.
"Here, wipe your hands clean before eating." As she said that, she handed the towel to Yan Mingcheng, who was closest to her.
"Thank you, sister." Yan Mingcheng took the towel and wiped his hands carefully.
Yan Mingli, who was holding a bowl and about to scoop rice, raised his eyes and looked at his little girl tenderly.
This may be the reason why the men in the village want to get married early. Women are always more careful than men.
What he thought about most was how to keep his younger brothers and sisters alive.
As for personal hygiene and household cleaning, he can only do his best, but cannot cover everything.
"Xue'er, wipe your hands too." Mo Yutong handed the towel to Yan Mingxue again.
"Thank you, sister." Yan Mingxue quickly wrapped her hands in the towel and rubbed them a few times, then hurriedly handed them back to Mo Yutong.
"Brother Li, do you want me to help you?" Mo Yutong turned the towel over and folded it, then handed it to the man who was concentrating on scooping rice.
"I can do it myself." Yan Mingli handed the bowl to Yan Mingxue, who had been staring at him hungrily, and then took the towel from the little girl.
"Wow!" The moment Yan Mingxue took the bowl, she was so happy that she almost jumped off the bench.
This is rice! Not corn paste, not potato balls, not grain and vegetable porridge, and certainly not rotten vegetable and corn soup.
"Be careful! Don't fall!" Seeing that she was too excited, Mo Yutong hurriedly supported her back and the soup bowl that almost fell to the ground.
"You're six years old, why are you still so impulsive!" Yan Mingli frowned, and looked at Yan Mingxue with a serious expression while wiping his hands.
"Big brother is so fierce!" Yan Mingxue grumbled aggrievedly, then said, "Sister is still gentle."
"You are six years old?" Mo Yutong looked at Yan Mingxue in surprise, then at Yan Mingcheng.
She remembered clearly that they had the accident in the winter when they were six years old, which meant that they would have an accident in a few months.
Her eyes instantly fell on Yan Mingli. She didn't want to see her young man sad, desperate and in pain.
The younger brothers and sisters he raised should not be the burden of his lifelong guilt. They should grow up safely and healthily.
"Sister, we will grow taller and stronger." Yan Mingcheng quickly straightened his back and looked at his beautiful sister in panic, thinking that she disliked him for being too thin.
Even when she was stunned, he picked up the bowl, tried to scoop up two mouthfuls of rice, stuffed his little mouth full, and looked at her with a pair of big watery eyes without blinking.
"Eat slowly, be careful not to choke!" Mo Yutong came to his senses and patted him on the back gently to soothe the child's inner anxiety.
Yan Mingli looked at his little girl silently. He didn't think that the little girl was frightened because the two children were thin. The emotions in her eyes clearly had other reasons.
But no matter what the reason was, he believed that the little girl would never dislike his younger siblings.
Such trust made him dazed, but also made him more determined.
A vague thought arose in his mind: he wanted his little girl to really be his little girl.
However, Mo Yutong didn't know what he was thinking. When she saw the panic in Yan Mingcheng's eyes disappear, she took the towel from Yan Mingli's hand and walked out of the bedroom.
Looking at the yard that was still bright in the sunlight, Mo Yutong didn't understand why they didn't eat outside.
But when she saw the sorghum stalks swaying on the wall and a vague head poking out from the shadows of the sorghum stalks, she immediately seemed to understand.
There are always people climbing over the wall to peek or something, so who would dare to set up a table in the yard to eat?
"Brother Li, there are bad guys." Before Mo Yutong's scream could completely escape her throat, Yan Mingli had already rushed out of the bedroom.
The man lying on the wall was also startled and tried to slide towards the wall in panic. Unfortunately, the more anxious and panicked he became, the harder it was for his feet to reach the ground.
Just when he was extremely anxious, Yan Mingli rushed to the wall in two steps and punched him in the eye.
"Ouch!" Hearing the familiar cry, Yan Mingli didn't even want to open the door. He just gathered the sorghum stalks together, turned around and said to the little girl, "Go in and eat. Give me the towel to wash."
The little girl has just touched cold water. She cannot be allowed to touch cold water again, otherwise it will affect... her childbirth in the future.
Having a baby? Yan Mingli's ears suddenly felt hot, and his eyes began to flicker. He seemed to be thinking too much.
What did her boy think of the towel? Why did his ears turn red? Could it be... Mo Yutong was thinking...
Forget it, I won’t tease him anymore, otherwise the food will get cold. Her boy should eat more hot food.
He couldn't be like in his previous life, always forgetting to eat when he was busy, and then just making do with cold rice. Assistant Yang couldn't persuade him.
It was only after they got married that she forced him to eat on time and not to eat cold rice or cold dishes except braised dishes. Only then did his stomach gradually improve.
"Don't you need to worry about him?" Listening to the faint moans outside the wall, Mo Yutong handed him the towel.
"Don't worry about him, he doesn't dare to say anything." As his nephew's third uncle, he didn't dare to gossip about him even though he was a member of the fifth category.
Since the young man said not to worry, Mo Yutong naturally didn't meddle in other people's business. He immediately said with a smile: "Brother Li, you look so handsome when you run out."
She had just called out the words "Brother Li" when he rushed into the yard.
In her previous life, her Mr. Yan cared about her, and in this life, her young man also cares about her so much. How great!
"..." Yan Mingli couldn't respond and could only turn around helplessly and walk to the water tank to scoop water to wash the towel.
Mo Yutong glanced at him, turned around and walked into the bedroom with a smile.
Sitting on a low square stool, Mo Yutong picked up the bowl and ate the food in small bites.
Soon, Yan Mingli hung up the towel and returned to the bedroom.
Seeing him sit down, Mo Yutong quickly picked up a piece of unevenly cut pig's head meat and put it into the bowl he held up. "Try it, is it delicious?"
"Delicious." The little girl had obviously put a lot of effort into it. The meat was only a little spicy. Although he liked spicier flavors, it was suitable for his younger siblings.
"I know you like spicy food, eat more," Mo Yutong immediately acted like an encouraged little swallow, happily picking up vegetables, meat and chili peppers for him.
"How did you know that big brother likes it?" Yan Mingxue asked while happily eating the fried pork with chili peppers.
Yan Mingli also wanted to know why the little girl knew his preferences.
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